I don't own any of the contents of Final Fantasy VII. And another thing, this does not correlate to the game, and Tifa's father in this story is Zangan, the Martial Arts teacher. Cloud is a horn ball and...Wait. I'll stop there. I can't give summaries on ALL the characters... I have only introduced two of them—so far.

The sun of Costa del Sol was hot. She lay there listening to the waves of the crystal blue water rise and fall. What was she to do with the rest of her day? Her father was out of town recruiting new students and she had the Villa all to herself for the time being. She shifted her weight to her back. The red cloth of her bikini top hardly covered up her ample 20th birthday presents.

Guys who walked past her had to refrain from their desire. Tifa was well known in Costal del Sol, but most of the natives there didn't talk to her in fear of rejection. She was rich, beautiful, the daughter of a martial artist/ weaponry master, and had high expectations as far as men. Despite her status, however, she didn't have the perfect reputation.

She sat up and brushed the sand from her body. The quick movements made the guy's eyes travel to her chest. Noticing this, she gave them a provocatively innocent smile and brushed it off quicker, making the movement intensify. One of the guys watching got up and picked up her belongings for her. Arching her back inward, she pushed her chest out a little farther for his viewing pleasure. She kindly took her things and smiled.

"Thank you," she said as her smile grew. Licking her lips, she brushed past him. He about lost it. He quickly composed himself and followed her as if she were an addictive drug.

"You're...you're welcome Miss Tifa." He stuttered. "I...I...Can I walk you home?" He

hoped... he prayed she would say 'yes'. She could see it in his eyes. The look reminded her of a puppy she once had that gave her the same look when he wanted food. She giggled.

"He, he. Sure you can. I live in that villa over there." She pointed off in the direction of the biggest Villa in the area. The structure stood beyond some of the tallest palm trees. "Oh yeah, call me Tifa."

The man put his hand over his forehead to shield his eyes as he observed it. "Oh. Okay. Tifa, wow, you live there. How long have you been living here?" He already knew, but he wanted to talk to her as much as he could. How often did the hottest and richest girl in the town talk to him? She didn't even so much as look at him before, now she was talking to him!

She wondered why he asked her that. He was the stalker that always stood a close distance when she went out. He even looked up to her window at night before she went to sleep! If she wasn't able to defend herself, she wouldn't even be talking to the guy right now, but hey, she was bored. He wasn't all that ugly either. He didn't look like the natives. His skin would be light if not for the tan, and he had messy blonde hair...If she didn't know better, he almost looked familiar.

"Hmm... For about 10 years now. You?" She observed his bare chest and sun kissed hair. She licked her lips again.

He noticed the gesture and had to take a deep breath or else he'd explode right in front of her. "Uhh... about 5 years I guess. I came here with my instructor, but I left...So now I'm just hanging around working at a shop taking it easy."

She stopped in her tracks. The sudden movement caused him to walk into her. The impact of the touch caused an uncontrollable grunt to escape his throat, but he covered it up with a cough. She turned to face him.

"Wait a minute. You came with an instructor? Tell me, have you practiced weapon training in my Villa?"

He didn't know where this was going. He remembered the villa perfectly well. The fighting, the weapon training...Her... He decided not to say a direct 'yes' or 'no.' It would blow his whole 'I don't know you yet?' cover. "Umm...maybe. I don't know. Perhaps if you show me, I'll be able to tell you."

She ignored the last part of the statement and continued on. "If you have, then you came with my father. Once a year, he goes around the world and brings back people with fighting potential and betters their skills. Were you a student of a man named Zangan Lockheart?"

He didn't really want to talk about this anymore. If she figured out he was kicked out for his unruly behavior, and bad fighting skills, she'd probably think more lowly of him than she already did. He didn't want to lie, but he didn't want her to read his fears.

"Yes! That's right! And you are his daughter!" He said overly enthusiastically, "Wow." He looked up as if he was just finding out. "I guess I never noticed before. So where were you all those days I was there?"

She giggled again. She knew that 'I guess I never noticed' thing was untrue. He was practically her shadow at one point.

"I was probably in there helping the guys or out on the beach. My father is my master as well. He teaches me all of his martial arts skills. Sometimes I help him. Sometimes I don't."

"Oh...well that's cool. So...Are you alone when you're father isn't there?" Finally. He changed the subject. He wanted to know about her, not her father.

"Hmm..." She wondered just where he was going with that question. "I manage just fine. I'm used to it, really. If I really need company, I go out and get it."

He halted, and stood there looking at her in disbelief. She smiled at the gesture. "Get what?" He asked. He heard of her reputation, but he didn't realize it was true. She gave him a 'you know what I am talking about' look and started walking again. He stood there calling after her. "W-Wait! What do you..." He trailed off.

He was interested now. In all his 21 years, he never met a woman like her. So beautiful, rich, and ... 'easy'-going. Not even realizing it, he was following her again. From the looks of it, she was beginning to taunt him...No. She was taunting him from the beginning. Now he could not deny her wishes even if she was the devil luring him into a pit of Hell. He was, as 'they' call it, entranced...

AN: Hi all. Of course ya'll probably know me as the one who starts stories, then doesn't update them for months at a time...WELL...I am sorry. I just don't have the time to write 10 pages of greatness as I once did. So for now, I'm keeping it shorter, but not very short. And in case you haven't realized, the dude who's with walking with Tifa is Cloud. I didn't reveal his name yet for a reason...

I have started this story because the plot isn't strong as of now. That means I can have fun with it. (trust me, no random events will happen, so don't get discouraged) I decided to not make any specific pairings yet, but trust me. No one in the story is completely innocent. Be prepared for appearances from other characters as well as juiciness.